TRACKS

Feel the Earth tremble, see the skies turn red Eclipses, shooting stars, turn ya head Volcanoes erupted, rage in the sea Ain't the second coming of Christ The first coming of me They say if you downward the Nile It would throw off the rotation of the Earth Well, messing with me is worse Feel the rain, button up you overcoat Watch the illadelph bad boy go quote for quote Well, ya'll want the best, well, I'm right here You looking for competition, ain't no one near Ya'll in the stands dissin', kickin' dirt and missin' My heavenly flows put MC's in hell's kitchen, ugh And I'm so, I'm so hot, hot, ya'll burnin' up, HOT I step in, it's like the wedding between Hope and Armaggedon The Hip Hop Moses to where we headin' y'all

When I was born there was a rainbow formed with no sun Roy G Bid marking the path for the chosen one An angel, my grandma, told me before she died Smart folks don't need to put no cursing in they rhymes So from CD to TV to movies back to rhymin' My lifestats makes Jordan's six rings seem common Ya'll hate, I retaliate, just by being great Big Will the enemy of your mental state With the same rhyme I used to burn your idol in a battle To subdue you into saying, "Look, I don't wanna battle," MIB, W3 mad respect Black stealthbombarama, but y'all can't detect that I'm comin' is what I screamed As a teen armed with discipline, faith, and a dream After smoke clears, after life's roller coasters See who stands putting his mic into his holster, what!

Batten down the hatches and latch the doors You wanna try to match my whits with yours Three hits, I hit you, you hit the floor This track is the third hit, that's for sure Beat thick reminiscin' of a bodacelli I'm like a cheetah huntin' out on the Serengeti I got my X-ray vision through all in my way No Plan B, it distracts from Plan A Stage splitting in half, earthquake style Evacuate your premisses, the hardcore nemesis I never miss, my flow never flawed Grab mics and send electric shocks through the cord Quest for the rings my only weapon's intuition My future position's determined by past decisions So young George Bush, I'm thinking bout runnin' Maybe not this time, but trust dude, ugh

[K-Ci]Its here and I like it[Will Smith]Whoo! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!Big Will, uh K-Ci y'all bringing it inWhat?[K-Ci]Its here and I like it(Say what? What?)(Say what? What?)Gonna pack the dance floor(And do what with it?)Rock the dance floor[Will Smith]Here it comes the party of a lifetime31st of DecemberMan I remember when the ball dropped for 90Now it's 9-9, ten years behind meWhat's gonna happen?Don't nobody knowWe'll see when the clock gets to 12-0-0Chaos, the cops gonna block the streetMan who the hell cares?Just don't stop the beatNo time to sleep, yo it's on tonightK-C you feeling me right? (Yeah)2-0-0-0, the Will 2 KThe new millennium, yo excuse me Willennium (yeah)It can't get thicker than this (Big Will)Slick like Rick I can't miss(And we gonna party like it's 19)Hold up it is[K-Ci]Here it comes another yearCome on everyone, new millenniumHere it comes another yearEveryone, new millennium[Will Smith]There's a party tonightEverybody was drinkingThe house was screamingAnd the bass was shakingAnd it won't be longTill everybody knowingThat twelve o'clock the roof will be blowingDrinks on me, up the cups, andMidnight coming full thrust, andDick Clark holding it down, andThe second hand rolling around (Na, na, na, na)Hundred thousands deep, world wide pressHate to be the man that gotta clean this messSame resolution, get the moneyAin't where we've been, it's where we gonna beGet ready to hum Auld Lang SyneCause a person that know the words is hard to findFirst soul train line of the yearFour, three, two, one[K-Ci] (Will Smith)Its here and I like it(Whoo! K-Ci y'all, K-Ci y'all)Gonna pack the dance floor(And do what with it?)Rock the dance floor(Uh, uh, uh)[K-Ci]Here it comes another yearCome on everyone, new millenniumHere it comes another yearEveryone, new millennium[K-Ci]Say yeah, yeah(Come on)Say yeah, yeah(I can't hear y'all)Say yeah, yeah(What? What? What?)Say yeah, yeah(Come on, come on)Say yeah, yeah(I can't hear y'all)Say yeah, yeah(I can't hear y'all)Say yeah, yeah(Ha-ha-ha)Yeah, yeah[Will Smith]I remember trying to count how old I'd beWhen the clock struck twelve in the year two gMedianoche finally nearThis will be that anthem amongst the cheersJust the man to usher it inBig Will bringing the heatK-Ci bringing the planRinging it in, waiting for the ball to dropThat 2000 vault we breaking the lockLet hip-hop keep blazing the chartsMay the past keep a warm spot in your heartMay the future hold more joy then painHands in the air waiting for confetti to rain[K-Ci]Its here and I like itGonna pack the dance floorRock the dance floor[K-Ci]Here it comes another yearCome on everyone, new millenniumHere it comes another yearEveryone, new millennium[Will]There's a party tonightEverybody was drinkingThe house was screamingAnd the bass was shakingAnd it won't be longTill everybody knowing at twelve o'clockAt 12 o'clockSay what? Say what? Say what? What?[K-Ci]Here it comes another yearCome on everyone, new millenniumHere it comes another yearEveryone, new millennium[Will]True dat, true dat, true datYo London, uh come onYo Bangkok, come on, come onLA, ha, haThe NYCCome on, say what? Say what?Yo Philly, come on, heyHey Tokyo, come onEverybody say what nowSay what now, saw what nowCome on, come on, come on

I'm bout to freak this full out the king of the hillBig Will keepin' it real knees in da grillThe whole set all locked down, making you flock down,Where I'm at they here my rap, I be that cat to set trendsWhere y'all at On the corner with your friendsHeard you screamin about cream in your rap kidYo my last check for Wild Wild West came on a flat bedOnce and for all lets get this straightHow you measure a rapper what make an MC greatIs it the sales? 20 mill, Is it the cars? Bentley'sIs it the women? Jada, Is it the money? PleaseMr. Clean yet the fact remainGot girls that don't speak English screamin' my nameAll you rappers yellin' bout who you put in a hearseDo me a favor write one verse without a curse

Yo it's smooth when I freak this (yeah, yeah)Lay back I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)Peep this while I freak this (yeah, yeah)Lay on back I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)

I don't wanna see y'all sittin aroundDon't wanna see y'all sittin around x2

Aight one more again deja vuUp the chart yo y'all see the way I flewCan't nobody do this the way I doYou like how I freaky freak this say I do (I do)Haters sick of the hits like the witch of the west nobody wicked as thisI read in Rap Pages they refer to me as softYeah, more like Microsoft, Will Gates of the rap gameQuintessential mega maniac what's my rap nameBig Will I'm the man Not conceded I'm as good as I say I amDang, diggy, dang, da-dang, da-dang, diggy, diggyBack with the Trackmasters The bang, jiggy, jiggyYo, every time I shoot I scoreSo many awards I can start Grammy chess board

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You know you like this when I freak this (yeah, yeah)Watch me I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)Don't sleep I'm gonna freak this (yeah, yeah)Yo it's smooth when I freak this (yeah, yeah)

Uh I'm bout to freak thisI'm bout to freak this I'm bout to freak thisTone and Poke lace tha track I lace the rap, Jeff do the cutYeah what, Rob do the mix, tape to JLThen Tommy Mattola put it on sellThen come da moment of truth Hot off the press to the DJ booth(Ay yo here it comes y'all that brand new Will Smith cut)As soon as it drop watch the phones blow up!BOOM then ship a mill Quick to the storeWhat sold out? When y'all gettin moreFinally get it, bump the track Then come the multi-platinum plaqueNow I'm gonna leave it up to you I bang the hits out just for youAnd then my dream come true(This year's American Music Award goes to)Huh, thank you

I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)Yo you know I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)Oh you like when I freak this (yeah, yeah)Don't sleep I'm gonna freak this (yeah, yeah)What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)Girl you know I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)Yo peep it while I freak this (yeah, yeah)Ain't no way I gotta freak this (yeah, yeah)Yo you like how I freak this (yeah, yeah)Yo check this style when I freak this (yeah, yeah)Look at when I freak this (yeah, yeah)Yo you know I'm gonna freak this (yeah, yeah)Don't sleep I'm gonna freak this (yeah, yeah)What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)Big Will just freak this (yeah, yeah)Ha, ha

*Here come the butter baby(I bring it smooth and hot)Here come the butter baby(Bringing it smooth and hot)Here come the butter baby(I bring it smooth and hot)What? What? What? What?

Here come the butter baby Bringing it smooth and hotGot the staff from K-B Singing this groove a lotSo I got my spiral notebook Drink and penAnd then abracadabra y'all, done it againMarried but I flirt a little Siking the ladiesIn the videos I be bringing it like Mike in the 80sLevel of success based on my level of riskYou've been yelling for the lyricistThen reveling thisOld school hip-hop a beat and a rhymeSome chapters and some verses, you seek and you findLook no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny InfernoFlame by hip-hop burns eternalAll aboard on my train to fame Rappers hoping that it'd rainTrying to stop the game But rain can't stop meI got a coat in the cribHey look y'all yellow bricks quit beefin' at the whiz, what?

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(Lil' Kim y'all what?)

[Lil' Kim]Lil' Kim, Big Will give a damn how y'all feelHate, but on the real, Big Will is seven millIf I wasn't on top I'd have a lot less endsI'd most likely have a lot less friendsYou know what I learned, let them keep talkingUh-huh, pull up in an Azure and watch them keep walking

Kim haters be making me wanna flip and react

No-no-no, chill Will and let me do that (alright)Huh, I gotta eat can't get with broke catsYou know the queen like to be where the money atI'm the mother, y'all like adopted in thisCall us Mr. and Mrs. PapadapolisWhen will y'all learn? Y'all just internsYou gon' get what you earn, just wait your turnI rock telephones with the TV screensSo I can have real phone sex Know what I mean?

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It's the fun king, I've been doing one thingRunning things for years, give me one swingAnd it's out of here, crack! Over the fence ladies and gentsKeeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current events

Yes Lord!

Big Will swinging the best swordWhat'cha flexing for, don't be testing me boyMessing with me boy, you're stepping on the root of a daisyI have you're girl saying

Will why you do that to my baby?Yo Will, what they looking stupid in the face for?What? I can't have rocks the size of a baseballTrust me when I cop I make sure mine cut glassNever spend my last, like a crack head for the blastY'all can kiss my ass acting like you know meYou ain't got a Rolley, take this one here you owe meAll in together now, wrists looking better nowScrew greyhound bound, I'm getting cheddar now

Burrrr! When she step up in the scene!Who! Ice gleam, y'all scream, "Bow to the Queen!"Ring on her finger mad phat Leonardo DiCaprio saw it and caught a flashbackAll you rappers wanna snap, Jazzy Jeff got my backLil' Kim bring it back, Lil' Kim press the rack

Yeah I'm short and sexy, my love's divineMy name is QB and I blow your mind with theWhen I step up, body lookin' hotAll the music just stop

*Everybody in the front now (whoot, whoot)Everybody in the back now (whoot, whoot)Everybody on the side now (whoot, whoot)La fiesta (whoot, whoot)All the ladies in da house now (whoot, whoot)All the fellas in da house now (whoot, whoot)Everybody in the house now (whoot, whoot)La fiesta (whoot, whoot)

If I approach you correctlyAnd step up to you respectfullyWill you please ma’am bless me with the next dance?I don’t intend to offend youI only intend to befriend youBut you’re willing me, thrilling me, killing meWith them hot pants, not a chanceI’mma let you go without saying somethingA little hotter lombada mama that’s all that I’m wantingNo frontin’ if it was illegal for you to be that fineI be McGruff mama taking a bite out of crimeLiterally, first it’ll be dancing with meThen it’ll be dinner with meThen it’ll be back to my cribHold up, I’m about to get ahead of myselfAnd I’m playing myselfThe type of brother that when I’m thinking of stuffI’m saying the stuffMy bad, back it up let’s start with a danceOn good behavior, maybe laterMaybe your apartment, your padSike, joke, walking a tight ropeMy foot in my mouthLook, I hope is that you’ll dance with meWhat’s up?

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She was smiling I was kind wilingThinking I'm dialin’ inShe gave me the impression that she was getting my messageSo I’m testingI threw it out there ‘Let me buy you a drink’Cause when I buy you I think it would be fly if we linkWhat’cha think?She responded with a grin and a glanceThen my eyes tried to seduce her to the forbidden danceThe body of a Latin goddess, sexy but modestThe hottest mami chula from Cuba, a cutie with promiseThe other night I seen her dancingDuty was overShe did a split into a spinAnd put her leg on his shoulderAnd he was overIf that was me and I was heWe’d probably still be dancingMami can you feel me?Still she said nothingWhy she be fronting?Never seen another mami move like youGroove like youI’m saying I wanna dance with youWhat’s up?

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To me when I’m dancing it’s aphrodisiaticIt’s automatic that I look in your eyes to help emphasizeSome people dance socially not emotionallyCloser to me, come on close as you can be(Can you feel me?)Come on mama cut me no slack(Can you feel me?)Come on mama forward and back(Can you feel me?)Come on mama as hard as you canIt’s part of the planIt happens when you start with the manOn your mark, ready set, baby let’s goBaby let’s flow, baby let goBaby no, no, gotta a lot moreLettin’ it rip, gimme some of that*girl yells*Yeah that’s itSweatin’ with me, getting it wetter with meIt’s better with meGain it, other girls I've dated ain’t famousSo take it or leave itJust the way that I eat itI bring, I swing itSo you like that?Tell me what’s up

Darkchild, Big Will, 2000Bust out, shake it up now Come on, come onAnd shake it up now Who am I?You know, you knowBig Will, ya ready? Come on

When I was a lad I used to dream that (one day)I'd earned the cream that make the rocks gleamPhat rhymes to make it seem that I was like Bill GatesWriting lines, seal fates Power to change the whole setFor exposure or forfeitAnd with the wicked sense on how to get the picket fenceEnvisioned a hot life, hot wifeWanted a crib, well a palace like South Fork on DallasWith lights simmer trees for the ambianceI been up and down and high and lowFly with dough, broke looking grimy yoMy shiny glow definitely ain't cause of my BentleyIt's something that my fam put in me Who am I? You askThe guy with the razzmatazz with ten duffel bags packed with pazazzIn the past cut twice by the ladies of my lifeBoom stitched up by my wife Who am I?It's suffice to say found gold in my heart Put the ice awayNicer day, live foul homie it's a price to payEven when it's rainy still I say it's nice to day Who am I? That brother with the platinum plaqueWith the strength to stand and say gangsta rap was whackThe fact is that when that brother rap or actHold position, front of the packWho am I?

*I be fully educated Not the one to play withAnd I find that some of y'all hate itBut you wanna know baby Who am I?I be fully educated Not the one to play withAnd I find that some of y'all hate itBut you wanna know baby Who am I?

Baby if you really wanna know about meI'll tell you who I amI'll tell you I be not the one for gamesBut if you're right with meI know I'll do the same

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(L-Y-T-E)

Who am I? You dare to askThe same female who hailed from Brooklyn and wailed on that assI'm your worst nightmare, you're best wet dreamBreak the bank papi cause we're coming for the creamAnd while I'm in the world ain't none of y'all safeHold face, sell a million and you still won't equateSo who am I? It ain't hard to tellLike staying on track cause you thinking I fellSee a lot know my face but a few know me wellJust who I am is the one to make you gelWho am I? The chick that keeps spittin'Taking back all my snip that was bittenRewritten dangerous laison With the shades onMaking sure the track stays on Days on end I'll be that one true friendThat will always be around when the world falls downI'm honest to the bone No question, suggestionYou don't wanna know I give the truth, nothing less thanI'm sweet with a heart to fit Smart as a whipYou feed me well but I'm still hard to getI'm like a calculus problem you just can't solveStudy me well if you wanna get involvedAnd even after that I'm still unpredictableNow who am I? I'm unforgettable

(Ooh, Ohh)Here I stand before you - brown.Color of the mountainsColossal as the earthWrapped so deliciously within my own joy and miseryFeathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mindHere I stand before you, the color of the nightFrozen by the potential of me(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) An Afro Angel

Afro Angel off your pedestal from perchin aboveYou on the prowl now, downtown, searchin for loveIn all the wrong places, outside your radio stationsHopin he with new hit single, is tryin to mingleToday, he is in your town, puttin it downYou in the car with your friends, followin my limo aroundPuttin a bug in my boy's ear, your "S" is for freeYou'll do anything for Omar or Phil, bring you to meAnd then me, hypnotized by the devil as wellHold out my hand as an invitation into my hotelNo need to RSVP, place your hand in my palmAs all your girlfriends getting jealous, damn she landed the bombWilling to trade your spirit for some crass, whack wageSomething small, something simple as a pass back stageBut now I lay me, down to creepAnd I - pray the Lord my soul to keep

*Afro Angel, born against the worldYou don't have to sell your soul and throw away your prideAfro Angel, sent from heaven aboveNever forget that you are lovedYou know that you are loved

Lil Bobby got a gun now, age fifteenDestined to spend his life inside a cage it seemsRage inside, pride, been denied respectHe can't take it though he gotta earn it But he ain't learned that yetOut on the town, reckless abandon he's been bullied beforeBut now he straps, and no more Attitude highFlexin on every guy that walk by But don't start palCuz if the gun came from the whiz, Cowardly Lion, got heart nowLet's pull it on a stranger Ahh, fun for the crewSurprised when he realized, damn dude got one tooSmile's upside down now, games ain't so cuteBobby's a deer in a headlights Pump, drop it or I'll shootThen like a sniper, cleanin his rifle, Bobby disobeys his commandsOne shot rings out (gunshot) then only the stranger standsCould of sworn Bobby's blood formed the shape of an angel's wingsBut for what?

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Back in high school, Tamika was the sweetest, the bombHot to death, though in tenth grade a teenage momKnocked up by some thug named Russ in the drug gameBut had the cutest kid you ever seenThen all the pressure from her momShe stepped to Russ Told him it's either them drugs or usEither them thugs or usThe ultimatum, either continue bein a thug in the worldOr start lovin your girlAnd say God, bear me witness, no doubt, lovin ya dearBut to go from $50 Gees a week to $30 Gees a yearThat ain't happenin I guess he wasn't that strongHe came back the next week, and the whole family was goneYo they straight moved away, without as little as a wordWell, needless to say, Russ was a little perturbedThen in a fury put the pressure on her girlfriend ShawnAnd like a clumsy chef she spilled the beans on where they had goneUpstate Schenectady, Tamika answered the doorIt was the last person she expected to beThey just stared He said you love me for me?You can do without the cars, vacations, and jewelry?Down with me?Period. Through life's stress and strifeShe said, Yeah, He said in that caseWould you please be my wife?Then like a sign from the sky, the baby cried Like an angel singsI love y'all more than anything

(let's listen to this dramatic showwhich was popular in the early days of radio)

Ha ha, unh, yeah yeahJazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uhLittle taste of the old schoolJazzy Jeff, yo, break it down one time Say what?Unh, unh, unh, unhOne for the treble, two for the bassJazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in your faceMe and Jeff again, "Oh my" you say1985 to the Y2KThe new millenium, propehicies, I'm fulfillin' 'emEverywhere I go, people be yelling "yo, that's Will and them"(so fresh) I check the rhyme like QuestSome jokes dropped them doo-doo rhymes at my restThe B-I-G, W-I-L-L King of swing, and I rock wellThe nail in the coffin of your average rapperJeff do the ditto for your average scratcherStature of a rapper slash actor Back to the future on waxThe future of rapTap like Gregory Hines, read the headlinesHip-hop's number one son still shines'Cause I'm (so fresh) Big Will is (so fresh)Jazzy Jeff is (so fresh) West Philly is (so fresh)Ladies and Gentlemen,Biiiiiz... Marrrr... KIE!

Yes y'all and to the funky beat andEverytime you hear me rhyme, y'all be freakin'The B-I-Z will wreck it, R-O-C-K itYou're guaranteed to like me, for what I am sayin'To all those other emcees that be tryin' to get the infoForget the rest 'cause I'm the best, and I'm a nympho-Maniac, insaniac, I'll put you in a trance andAlways keep it tight, cuz, no matter what type wasIn, you know I'm fresh in flavorYeah, that's right, I'm talkin' 'bout meThe R-K-I-E in the place to beI recognize and hypnotize, everytime I tenderizeI specialize and open eyes, to make you realizeThat you've been rocked with Jeff's plain skillsThe diobolocal, and my man WillAnd we're (so fresh)

Ha, Big Will is (so fresh) Biz Mark is (so fresh)Jazzy Jeff is (so fresh) Biz, do itWhoo, for the old schoolUnh, unh, ha haLadies and gentlemenRrricky... D!

Well once upon a time eccentric head shortyWhere people wore pijamas and went to bed earlyThere was a little boy, tight clout that might sproutTried to help lead black folk the right routeDelayed,Negative voices, many, once in prison for unwise choices that he once madeDivide the men, cops were sent inside of himAnd seeing the good he had within him, let him out againThe life no longer for a big time baller, vicBig Willies like Will Smith now call the kid (yo Rick)So check the gift, everything no negativeThat's what happens when you steer black folk away from negativeNot to mention chasin' charts, killin' 'emThere'll be a member of the Biz-Mark, Will, and RickDemise sent, can't mess with the mindsetCome run with us, December 1999 saidIt's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad and blueYou went away, now my life is just rainy daysI love you so, how much, you'll never knowYou took your love away from me Oh oh oh ohYou took your love away from me Oh oh oh ohYou took your love, you took your love, you took your loveYou took your love away from meSlick RickWill SmithBiz Mark

Yo Jeff baby lets keep it ol skool Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up Haha Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince back together Now Jeff look go ahead and warm that thing up boy Warm that thing up Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up What A-ight now you Look I know its been a minute since we did this thing But I want you to go ahead you get ready Cause we gonna tear this place down Jazzy blaze Comin with it Say what say what Strike the flame up *Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up* Right haha Now Jeff do that thing where you snatch it back *Pump Me Up* Wooh haha DJ Jazzy Jeff Look boy you know we don't miss a step when we do this thing Now give me that quick scratch quick scratch Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up Uh Now Jeff everywhere I go everybody ask me "Look you and Jeff, Jeff still cutting, Jeff still do his thing" Now you got to show these folks how you put your thing down right Now you got to show these folks how you put your thing down Jazzy Now go ahead Now I'm a give you a minute I'm gonna ease on back I'm gonna let you do your thing Say what Say What Say What Woo Woo Jeff do the echo scratch Echo Again Echo (Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up) Jazzy Jeff yall Jazzy Jeff yall Jeff ol skool transformer transformer Now boy you no you got ta let me get a taste of this thing Nu skool style Blend the old with the new A little bit of this a little bit of that Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince coming back at ya A-ight now Jeff now come on let me do my thing Gimme a scratch toss it let me do my thang What What What Back shaking the dust off Knocking the rust off Your highnesses Philly's finesess Back for the addict The fanatic The hype fan Just me and Jeff tables and a mic stand For those that wasn't down from the start And don't realise the cuttin is a workin of art Musical monet All day to get down to yo Let em know what DJ Jeff Townes do *This Dj he gets down mixing records* Round the block Back in philly man the album was late Gratitude instead a attitude for making ya wait Time to retaliate against the players that hate *I was giving you time to get the last one straight* Brothers always screaming about keeping it real Don't get no realer than the mic with your boy on the wheels True dat yall can run but you cant escape he like a *Man with a super S on his cape* High supremacy Based on chemistry No need for sensing me Your hennisee Top dogs from the hood Popping back to the hood *I hate to brag but damn I'm good* Yo Jeff it's been a minute since me and you ripped But some of the ol diehards might have thinked that you flipped I heard some guy implied that you lost your cut How you respond to that Jeff *Ha what?* What's a rapper if his cuts don't fit? *Nuthin* And what's a DJ if his cuts don't hit Jeff? *Nuthin* Now whats a party if the crowd don't flip? *Nuthin* Well we can do it all baby We can do it all baby We can do it all baby Just like this *like this* (what) Jazzy Jeff blaze *Like this*

Whoo!What? What?Can you feel me baby?I can feel youNo doubt, known to make it happen

I see you wanna dance huhWith your girls and your friends huhWhat about me and my menz huhRoll through in the Range and the Benz huhWanna jam on the dance floor till it ends huhTight buttocks get a lot of attentionI see y'all looking like a Prada conventionCan't stop staring, you're fine as hellGot my shades on though I ain't playin' myselfMad dudes with doughs, clock your flowsNo X and O's just sexy clothesGot your dudes with the Lex and the RovesStriking a poseBut everybody knows you want meCome get me, here I beIn the V-I, V-I waiting for theYo something in your wait, go through itPretend you got a swoosh in ya babyJust do it

Can you feel me baby?(Hell yeah mama, hell yeah)Do you like it sugar?(No doubt, no doubt)Do you want me honey?(You Eve baby, yo Eve)Are you liking what you see?(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, come onSo you wanna bill papaI don't buy it, say heart stopperCause I move fast in the clubWhere you at huh?Big Willie Style when your dogs play the backI like the fact that you're so low-keyBut play it any lower and you won't know meCause I'm out the door for sure approach meWave your hand to come over trying to coach me (what?)Why you in the V-I, E-V-E too fly to drop byGet up off your clothes and cruise byShades high, nothing while you're with bluffing your teamEvery time I'm with you blushing, your smile gleamYou don't think I know you noticing meCome on get closer to beBe bold take a dose of the EveIf you're ready for your partCause I'm 멳out to departI'm your life for the rest of the nightI'm breaking hearts[Will Smith]Yo get your hot self over hereNo, get your body up off your chairWhat? I ball too hard for thatHold up baby act like I ain't balling backLook I ain't trying to play no gamesOh yeah well I ain't no regular dameAlright, look let's meet half wayWell if you're getting up daddy make it all the wayAlright

Can you feel me baby?(Hell yeah mama, hell yeah)Do you like it sugar?(Come on playboy, come on)Do you want me honey?(No doubt baby, no doubt)Are you liking what you see?(Uh come on, come on, come on)

My friend if you're feeling meCome get itThere's no time to wasteCome on stop playing games with me

Playing me like I'm on E! or somethin'The big dawg like some flea or somethingWhat? Hard to get, don't get gotEven when you're sizzling hotYeah blonde bombshell got ya sweating huh?Stunting in the club got ya betting huh?Can ya get it or make it yoursGuess you'll never knowTen seconds before I bounce babyThen I gotta goYo get your hot self over hereNo, get your body up off your chairWhat? I ball too hard for thatHold up baby act like I ain't balling backLook I ain't trying to play no gamesOh yeah well I ain't no regular dameAlright, look let's meet half wayWell if you're getting up daddy make it all the way

Can you feel me baby?(Hell yeah mama, hell yeah)Do you like it sugar?(Come on baby, come on)Do you want me honey?(No doubt baby, no doubt)Are you liking what you see?(Whoo!)Can you feel me baby?(Hell yeah mama, hell yeah)Do you like it sugar?(Come on daddy, come on)Do you want me honey?(No doubt baby, no doubt)Are you liking what you see?(Uh, uh, uh, uh)Can you feel me baby?Do you like it sugar?Do you want me honey?Are you liking what you see?

This here's a record I wrote about friendshipThe kind that X and Ja 'Lil was talking boutWhen they wroteFriends, how many of us have them?I'm talkin 'bout, friendsOnes we can depend on

I'm talking 'bout a friends til the end if I lose or I winIf my looking was.. (wus up) you still my friend (hell yeah)Down for whatever (uh huh) tougher than leather (uh huh)Like Run and D, you and me, "Together Forever" (that's right)Let's say we balling (uh huh) somebody calling (uh huh)Me and my man (wus up) we gon' be brawlin (hell yeah)Let's say we out (uh huh) something go down (uh huh)5-0 around (uh oh) you still around (true dat)Ever since I was younger (uh huh)Kinda always had a hunger (uh huh)For a fairy tale friend (uh huh)Kinda like your brother (uh huh)Everytime I go out (uh huh) everytime I turn around(uh huh)Ain't gotta one around (uh huh) what the brotha doin now (uh huh)You've been my friend, from the beginnin to endWe flowing, nowhere we goingCause lord we know we been through the stormBefore the calm, life could drop a bombCause Jazzy we gotta bond, like we was in vietnam, trust is

*Everybody need a partnerTo stand right by they's sideNot only down through the good timesBut also down through the bad timesEverybody need a partnerTo stand right by they's sideNot only down through the good timesBut also down through the bad times

Now you my lady (uh huh) now you my baby (uh huh)No if's or maybe's (uh uh) til' push you ?? (that's right)You on my arm (uh huh) keep you from harm (uh huh)Won't break that bond (uh uh) word to my mom(no doubt)Tell me you love me (I love you) tell me you swear (I swear)And if I need you (just call) you gon' be there (right here)Til death do us part (uh huh) through thick and thin (uh huh)You got my heart (back at you)Girl, when the night's cold and I'm warmHolding the fact, that I got you holding my backWhen my feelings stealing the blue of the skyLeaving them gray, girl you the sun the brighten up my dayWhen it seem like the hill to steep and my vision getting blurryCall on you my dub, be there in a hurryWhen all is going wrong and I can't go onYou my angel and more than lives, than songBaby forever

Hey this is me, I'm not in right now But if you leave your name and your number I'll just might think about calling you back.Have a pleasant day.

Pick up the phone girl, I know that you homePlease don't leave me all alone with just the sound of this tone.Come on pick up, pick up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it upI know I don't deserve it cause of how I messed upBut alright cool, sit and listenI'm missing your kiss and now a tear drop glistensI had a bit to drink, kinda threw meThings just happened, she didn't mean nuttin' to meYou know me baby, I'm still that same manThat asked for your hand, and still the same planAnother brother falls by the waysideAnother brother falls by the play sideI knew ever since I was a kidThat I was going to pay the piper for the things I didBut now there is no more us, no more weNo more nuttin' girl damn and it's all cause of me

*No more late nights watching tvNo more talks on the phone till threeNo more playing in the leaves in the fallNo more piggy back rides in the mallNo more ice cream cones to shareNo more sittin' just playin' in your hairNo more picnics out by the seaThere ain't no more nuttin' and it's all cause of me

Damn, some brothers yeah we huff and we puffCause when we're hurtin' inside, we gots to front like we tough.But that's dangerous, to cover hurt with hardBecause you still get scared through that feeble facadeThen the bonds of your ego, when the shackles of manhoodMakes you lose something thats damn goodA picture in my mind of us hand and hand walkingSo alive, now I'm a dead man talkingWhy can't you just pick it up so we can sit and just talkWhy can't you meet me somewhere so we can go take a walkI can't hide, air, land, or sea. Cause everytime I turn around, there I beWhen I was with you I felt freeNow I'm in a cage called meNow I see, no more us, no more weNo more nuttin' girl damn, and it's all cause of me

Been to the mountain top Down to the valleyPhiledelph to Cali Y'all feel me like Harry felt SallyClothes exotic, flows eroticNo jewels that's for them fools who ain't got itRap to my own sitcom Now I just sit calmWatching y'all respond to my July 4th bomb (boom!)Yeah I'm a nice kid But here's some advice kidDon't get me hyped I'll set it off like my wife didPlaying down a path like Sajak Wheel of a Fortune awayPrice ain't right I don't play Find yourself in JeopardyThe first clue What is Will Smith?Hot to death not you I'm like a Porsche, you a pintoYou like a tiny figurine, I'm monumentalYou're like a small get together On your neighbor's back porchYou know just a couple of y'all I'm a million man marchAttack of the man in black Like Jordan playing on a trainYo my game on track Mad ice for my wifeNo care for what it costed Had to ease up thoughHer wrist got frost bitMy style, flava, delivery, my dictionGettin' medieval like dude in Pulp FictionYou want some bring it Come one, come all, come inWatch me take they heart away like PennyI could take 12 rappers and put em' in lineThen 12 emcees that think they can rhymeThen 12 more brothers that still ain't signedThen don't do nothing just watch 'em declineGangsta hardcore, menace to societyRaps all the same My pen spits varietyEclecticism is a virtue It may not be a word But it's definitely a virtueRappers approaching me all across AmericaBelieve me you don't wanna battle like ErykahI was in the game before publishing was an issueYou're platinum now but next year I'm gonna miss youMad rappers like bad actors should have no partsWanna be mad check the charts any of themOh you don't see my name You don't see my spotHere's a hint Look closer to the top

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Uh, love and loyalty yoYo the flow spray, Vito sayI'm tryin' to liveAnd if I catch you out of boundsIt's cheap shots to the ribs Love and loyalty dawgDo it how Pac and Big did itIt's the Wild Wild East And me keepin' me jig with itPlay no games Thirst to heat the rhymeMotivation cause procrastination is the thief of timeHolding a torch I was programmed to scorchCan't run with the big dawgs? Then stay on the porchThese cats is craftmaticHand on the steering wheelRocks from the road dodging oncoming trafficMan-handle rappers, dismantle rappersY'all lukewarm slash sweet-scented candle rappersAny team posing a threat we defeat thoseThe wealthy man is the man that knows how to keep doughAs long as y'all play foul I'mma keep hittin' free throwsCrush Spanish mamis calling me KellitoRemember Lego blocks? All about the paper nowI use writers block to build sky scraper styleCatch rappers using the same flows everyday cause they lameTrue players gotta change their uniform after the gameY'all seen the flow Like y'all never seen beforeDon't stop for the door Why do you think green mean gold?Baby learn life's lessons Scratch regressionKel Spence the truth, the answer to all questionsCome on (Uuhhh)

[Will Smith] * [Sisqo] (shared lines in caps)Now, now, nowNow once upon a time IN THE WESTMad man lost his DAMN MIND in the WestLoveless, KIDNAP A DIME, nuttin lessNow I must, PUT HIS BEHIND TO THE TEST [S: Can you feel me?] Then through the shadows, in the saddle, ready for battleBring all your boys in, here come the poisonBehind my back, all that riffin ya didFront and center, now where your lip at kid? [S: Lookin at me!]Who dat is? A mean brother, bad for your healthLookin damn good though, if I could say it myselfTold me Loveless is a mad man, but I don't fear thatHe got mad weapons too? Ain't tryin to hear thatTryin to bring down me, THE CHAMPION?When y'all clowns gon' see that it CAN'T BE DONEUnderstand me son, I'm the slickest they isI'm the quickest they is [S: Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh]Did I say I'm the slickest they is?So if you barkin up the, wrong tree we cominDon't be startin nuttin, me and my partner gonna test your chest, LovelessCan't stand the heat, then get out the Wild, Wild, West [Kool Moe Dee: The Wild, The Wild..]

[Will Smith]To any outlaw tryin to draw, thinkin you're badAny drawin on West, best with a pen and a padDon't even think about it, six gun, weighin a tonTen paces and turn (one.. two.. three..) just for fun, son *BANG*Up til sundown, rollin aroundSee where the bad guys are to be found and make em lay downThe defenders of the WestCrushin all pretenders in the WestDon't mess with us, cause we in the

*The little rain drops fallin' down on meBut I can't seem to feel it, feel itFeel it coming over me

The rain gon' come through the window, pain will comeBlack, white, rich, poor, it's the same old drumRainy days like the war, use wisdom as a weaponHold your head up, dry your clothes and keep steppin'Let the children feel the rain, 'cause if they feel the rainFrom the wetness, they stand to gainI came into the game, it felt like the middle of JuneMusic was warm, artists, like flowers, they bloomThen boom, I shook the room, many felt the thunderMy time to shine, did it like summerI wondered if the sun would shine foreverPops said "rain gon' come", to him I said "never"Chedder in the genes, face on screensGot a benz wit' the sheen, but what did it all meanI earned money and burned money, credit cards smokin'Platinumn, grammys, famous, but still broke andNot having cash put me in checkYo, the road to the riches is slippery when wetAmongst the fall is where you truly find yourselfEver since then, the rain I never feltDeal wit' it

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At age seventeen, the worst pain, a hurrcaineHer first name still conjuers the rainVowed to never let nobody ever get me wetLest we forget, love is a four season conceptMany say the rain they can't standNever let the weather determine the manGod has a plan, from it I never ranFollow my heart through the storm, my umbrella in handI'm Noah, life's my arcforty days and forty nights, still can't take my heartSeen the fallen manTo dope and liquor brandsThe devil'll dance to make it rain Bringing the painWalk through the puddles of struggle on flooded streetsSoakin' wet, but mastered the art of peaceThrough grey skies, I grew wise, on bended knees I kneltSince then, the rain I never felt What's wit' it

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Sometimes I sit in my room, stuff on my mindStress, can't rest, so I open the blindsSee kids in the streets, runnin' aroundIt wasn't touchin' em, but the rain was comin' downI wondered how, with my mouth wideReminisce of the key, said I wanna go outsideIn the rain, to see if the same would happen to me'Bout that time, God started rappin' to meHe said "pain is the mother of change, the rain must flow So the seeds of joy might growDon't be afraid, find shelter in meThe road to greatness, through the valley of adversity"I felt the light as He proceeded to drop the gemThese little children, the world we must receive like themI just smiled, and thanked Him for the cards He deltAnd since then, the rain I never feltWhat's wit' it